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I tried to run past him as he grunted in pain. He reacted instantly, grabbed me, and knocked me to the ground. “You! How dare you hit me?! I’ll show you!” I landed on my back hard on the cemented ground. Before I could react, he slapped me across the face. The sudden pain stunned me. Before I could respond, he started pulling at my clothes. “Dressing like this in the middle of the night, yet pretending to be innocent! You’re shameless!” “No… no…” I struggled desperately, but it was useless. He grabbed my neck.

His voice was deep and the weight of the alpha command was burdensome, but Runa stood taller refusing to submit. "You can shift and come willingly or I will have to hurt you badly, female." He said, laying his ears back against his head as he lowered his head studying her. She felt the tears threatening to overflow her eyes, she was hoping she would have survived longer without getting caught. She decided to try and run for it. Leaping over the two wolves to her right, she slipped between a pair of boulders and tried running back down the mountain for tree coverage. She would try to find another way around the large land mass. Just before she pierce the edge of foliage she was rammed in the

UNBEARABLE ATTRACTION (IGNAS POV) I watched the man whose eyes pierced my eyes, it was like he could see through my soul even when he was far away, which made me want to give myself to him. At that instant I knew something was wrong when my heart felt like it was burning and I could feel never before excitement in my body, i knew I had to escape from there at times because I couldn't control my body with his gaze on me. Then a chance to escape came when a soldier from the Full Moon pack attacked him from the back seeing he was in a daze. Taking that chance to escape, I ran away so fast, that I didn't even look at the injured soldier who was so angry and looked like he would beat me up when h

It was a nightmare—my whole world shattered. When I understood what had happened, I did everything I could to heal my trauma. I kept silent; there was no werewolf to turn to. When I was once again brutally abused by the old villain, I pulled out the knife from under my pillow and stabbed him. He died, and I called the werewolf police. At the station, I numbly recounted my experience. The evidence supported my words, and since I was not yet fourteen, I was eventually released.

It is because of all these wrongs that I ran and will keep on running. The safe-haven I call the town line finally comes into view, bringing renewed hope into my being. I take the chance to pick up speed and rush into the safety net. I feel some resistance at first as if some invisible force is trying to keep me out, but I keep pushing forward, and soon I am safely across, relief causing my nerves to settle down. I turn around to face my pursuers with a smug grin, slowly walking backwards as I take in each of their faces.